My name does not matter much, perhaps the frustrated dream of those of us who nurture ourselves from the lyrics and who, for better or worse, we put on a veil of anonymity, a pseudonym, they can call me Flor, Flor Murillo, which is not a mystery either. , for those closest to me, that somehow that is the name that has stolen my life.
I am what surrounds me and what motivates me, I have no home. Always walking from one house to another, without a fixed position, for me, the only sure thing, what I can anticipate and control, are a few crazy thoughts on paper, some rhyme and others tell the truth.
Why should I lie to them? if vanity shakes me when for this precious gift, I make others reflect in my written wit, all feel and not all express, but when expressing we create ethereal bonds, some give calm, we are to shake.
Needless to say that every detail I live with intensity, are the enhancements that the universe gives me and that as a thank-you just seek to give my perspective to others, my intention is that they do not die without the subtlety of a whisper in the ear, promising promises said to half light and landscapes decorated with soul tones, giving away moments, giving life in texts, is what I would like to have as a trade.
I get lost in songs, for no reason I spend hours repeating them, and they make me enter in different states, it will never be a better complement for the creation of other forms of art, in addition I usually get lost for hours and hours in the lives created by other authors, those stories that they catch me sometimes I do not have anyone to comment on, so I hope to have a bit of that space over here
I will also share my pages on some platforms and my experiences in contests, I want to know that there are others in the world like me. I want to know the shape of their voices. If you can tell me something unique in the comments, something you have never said. It will be a secret.
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